Out of nowhere, an ostentatious, leathery Hermès bag knocked Cain onto the floor. An aromatic floral scent invaded his lungs and was instantly reminded of his mother’s Cartier fragrance collection. For a second, his surrounding reminded him of the Promised Land. The absence of the poignant stench that always resided in the auditorium no longer lingered in his nostrils. That was because no impoverished being ever walked out of the room alive.
This is an excerpt from a short story.